I turned to the girl who was laid across the medical bed. Her chest rose and fell with each steady paced breath.
In all honesty I was surprised that Alex found that much out about the situation so quickly, but I'm glad he did.
I looked over at the smaller girl, her chest rising and falling with each breath, the scars littering her skin, my guesses being fights or training.
I went to go set up a care package for when she woke up, things that could help her feel better if she got to nervous to ask for them when she did wake up or need them.
But, nothing could have prepared us enough for what would happen in the near future.
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Actionart isn't mine this story is mine, as are the character's in it. this most likely isn't original though. TW: Violence, Swearing, major character death Naomi was a young hero, around fourteen at the time, she had almost no experience and was far more...
